We’re headed off to PA this afternoon, and won’t be back until Sunday night. Lisa’s sister always has a big Easter dinner for the family, much like families have for Thanksgiving and Christmas. That’s what I love about her family, they do everything they can to be together as much as they can. They fill plastic eggs with coins and treats and hide them for the kis — and I’m talking the “kids” that are Lisa’s nieces and nephews, regardless of age. Their ages range from 10-21.
I’m troubled by the fact that I’ll have to pen Tigga in downstairs. She’s gotten to where she doesn’t go downstairs for her toileting. Instead, she poops on a throw rug we have. She doesn’t seem bothered by going down the same stairs to get her FOOD in the morning, so I can only assume it’s laziness on her part. She’s 17 years old, overweight, and has difficulty getting around every now and then, especially when the weather is bad, but if she can get to the food dish, she can get to the litter box, period. This morning I stepped on one of the “nuggets” and smashed it into the white carpet in the dining-L, and into the tread of my new sneaker. Noteworthy, too, is the fact that she doesn’t seem to pee anywhere she shouldn’t, just poop. *shrug*
Our beautiful giant crocuses that were coming in, along with the Red Emperor tulips, have all been eaten by the deer. More than 300 bulbs reduced to gnawed down stumps. *sigh*
CHUCKLE (OR GROANER) OF THE DAY:
A lady opened her refrigerator and saw the Easter Bunny sitting on one of the shelves.
“What are you doing in there?” she asked?
The Easter Bunny replied, “This is a Westinghouse, isn’t it?”
To which the lady replied, “Yes.”
“Well,” said the Easter Bunny, “I’m westing!”